Leveraging the greater good against the warmth of...
Belies a train of thought better to divide and...
september hovers over my bloated fingers before
pressing her petite lips on them and leaving...
Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...
I’ve never written about you
Because I’ve always felt like...
I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...
He doesn't hide under my bed
Nor does he hide in my closet...
If I could
Sit down with you...
Today-
is a bad one...
I’ve been waiting a long time
For a sign...
Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...
I am scared of being
diminished...
Who am I if I do not have the slightest clue?
I question the intentions of my aspirations...